Flora
When they part again, it's only because the world insists on breathing, and so she does—drawing in a small sip of air that barely makes it past the tangle of heat and heartbeat he’s left in his wake. For a moment she forgets the weight of everything that’s come before in lieu of the weight of him pressing against her. A breath tumbles out of her next, too quick and almost a laugh, the ghost of a grin playing at her lips as he points out she’s the only one talking.
Her amusement deepens as he mentions the shower and the couch, and she bites softly at the inside of one cheek to keep her smile from spreading, though it threatens to anyway. Her fingers wander across the curve of his back, where sand has no doubt claimed its latest victim, and she can’t resist a gentle scrape of her nails through it as she lifts a brow. "You really hate the sand, huh?" she teases, warmth woven through every syllable. Her tone softens as she nods toward the space beside her to indicate he'll have to move given that she's still very much trapped beneath him.
"My house or yours?"
Her amusement deepens as he mentions the shower and the couch, and she bites softly at the inside of one cheek to keep her smile from spreading, though it threatens to anyway. Her fingers wander across the curve of his back, where sand has no doubt claimed its latest victim, and she can’t resist a gentle scrape of her nails through it as she lifts a brow. "You really hate the sand, huh?" she teases, warmth woven through every syllable. Her tone softens as she nods toward the space beside her to indicate he'll have to move given that she's still very much trapped beneath him.
"My house or yours?"
I hope you're sweating the bigger stuff,
finding some peace in an honest love
Hope you stop when you've had enough & throw the towel in
finding some peace in an honest love
Hope you stop when you've had enough & throw the towel in
Code stolen from Queen Sky
